Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 210 The appearance that Chris likes

The grain and fodder were delivered to the warehouse, and a handover was made with the guarding soldiers. The men who carried the grain and fodder were handed over to ordinary soldiers. At this time, they could move freely in the military camp, and then drove back after the goods were moved.

The man traveling with Vincent was familiar with the military camp and had acquaintances there, so he left Vincent alone.

Logically speaking, Vincent should be alone and should be the best time to investigate the military camp, but Vincent knew that if he made any unusual moves now, he would be labeled a lot by the people on the abandoned avenue who were eyeing him.

But it's more interesting this way, isn't it?

Just ask a passing soldier to find out the location of Cress's camp. Vincent walked leisurely in the direction of Cress's camp. His leisurely and indifferent appearance was simply incompatible with the tense atmosphere of the military camp.

Cress's camp was also guarded. After all, Cress's camp still contained many important letters and other information, so Vincent was naturally not allowed to break in like this.

The gatekeeper was once a person on the abandoned road. When he saw Vincent walking towards the camp, he dutifully stopped Vincent.

"What? You don't recognize me anymore?" Vincent glanced at the two people blocking him, his eyebrows darkened slightly, "Get out of the way!"

Vincent's temperament was honed on abandoned avenues, and the aura he released was not something that ordinary people could bear. The two young men in front of him paled obviously, but even so, they did not take even a step back.

Chrissy, you train people well.

"Of course we know you," the man on the left raised his head and answered loudly, "and we are very impressed by you!"

This was a metaphor for Vincent's "traitor" behavior, but Vincent pretended not to hear it.

"Then you should know about my relationship with Cress," Vincent scolded again, "Get out of my way!"

The two soldiers guarding the door were unmoved. They kept their noses and noses in check, pretending to be deaf and dumb, making it clear that they would not let Vincent in.

Vincent thought that he had done enough acting, so he stopped when he was done. He sneered: "Okay, I won't go in, I'll just wait here. You go and call Cress over."

The two looked at each other and finally compromised. After all, no one was sure about Vincent's status in Cress's heart. If Cress was really interested in him, wouldn't they have offended someone badly?

Cress came back soon. Since she was in the military camp, she put on a set of clothes that were easy to move around. The tight-fitting waist design fully outlined her curves, and the black high boots raised the entire visual height.

, the waist sways with the movement when walking, which is quite charming in its own way.

Cress walked up to Vincent, pinched his waist with one hand, and tapped his chest: "Why are you here?"

Vincent carried her towards the tent, and no one stopped him this time: "What's wrong, can't I come?"

Cress smiled and said nothing. The task of transporting food and fodder was originally a trap she set for Vincent. Vincent came to the military camp and broke into her tent directly. It was difficult for people not to suspect that he had ulterior motives.

But the way he broke in was too low-level. Based on her understanding of Vincent, there were many ways for Vincent to sneak into her camp without anyone noticing. There was no need to make such a big fuss, but maybe it was.

His deception.

Before she could finish her thoughts, Vincent had already pressed her down on the bed, leaned over and sucked her neck, leaving red marks one after another.

"From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to rip off your clothes." His voice was hoarse, and his eyes flashed with the familiar light of Cress.

"Stop making trouble," Cress pushed his shoulder, not too hard, but her attitude was firm enough, "This place is not suitable."

The camp was not soundproof, and sometimes Cress could hear other people snoring. She didn't want the sound of her doing bad things to reach other people's ears, and there were two people standing outside.

Even if the demons don't value face, Cress doesn't want to be criticized behind her back.

Vincent turned over reluctantly and lay on his back on the bed. He looked at the roof of the tent, where a wind lamp was flickering. Cress stood up and straightened her clothes that were crumpled by Vincent.

"When will you return to the city?" Vincent's hoarse voice sounded.

Cress glanced at him helplessly: "I've only been here for a day, and it will take me ten days and a half to go back anyway."

Indeed, Cress needs to grasp first-hand military information on the front line and respond quickly. There is not much time left for her to go back and enjoy the gentle country.

"Then can I come?" Vincent asked again, "I want to see you."

Cress looked at him with a half-smile: "You were not so pestering before."

When Vincent was on Abandoned Avenue, the relationship between the two of them was based on what they wanted. They would make an appointment when they wanted, and they would break up after their needs were met. Most of the time, Vincent was accommodating her.

So he said he wanted to come, whether he wanted to see her or something else.

"If you prefer that way, I'm willing to change back," Vincent raised his hand and caressed Cress's face, "but you have to remember to miss me more."

For a moment, Cress really couldn't figure out whether Vincent's current appearance was real or fake. She didn't think Vincent was such a fragile person, but now Vincent's every performance showed that he was like that.

Man, because he has lost everything he once owned, can only hold on to the only driftwood he can hold on to now.

But one person said, "I do miss you more the way you used to be, mysterious and powerful, like an endless book, which fascinated me." Although Vincent's occasional fragile look is also very delicious, but

Demons are still strong at heart.

Of course, Cress wanted to see this powerful man crawling at her feet. That scene was what made her blood boil the most.

Things were a little different from what he imagined. It seemed that Cress was not very satisfied with the image he had created now.

"I understand." Vincent smoothed back his bangs that made him look harmless and innocent, took off his glasses that increased his aura of weakness, and revealed a pair of narrow phoenix eyes behind the glasses. He regained his

The state when the avenue was abandoned was evil and unruly.

Just like this, Cress clearly remembered that when she first arrived in the human race, in order to finalize cooperation, she went to the abandoned avenue for an interview in person. The man leaned casually on the back of the sofa. When she opened the door, he just casually said,

A brief glance at her made her feel an electric current running down her spine, making her mouth dry and unable to look away.

(End of chapter)